Riding With Suicide
What Joy to Ride - with Suicide -
In the front seat of his car!
Shimmering black - around us circles -
Like a dream - so far!
What pain to stop - at traffic lights -
Halted at the Bay -
Imagination once beside us lay!
Destiny once made our day!
Oh Originality! Flutter you our way?
Be you now - the final hope -
With Suicide and me play -
In our date room - with no Mope!
poem by Amy Marie
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